Here are this week’s questions from Melanie’s Share Your World:
What will finally break the Internet? Do you believe it can be broken at all? The internet’s like a cat let out of the bag. I don’t think it can ever be stuffed back in, or that for all the viruses and hacking going on out there, that it will ever reach a bitter end. That’s not to say that something better might not come along, because something better (technologically-speaking) always will as long as this world lasts.
What are some ‘red flags’ to watch out for in daily life? (take it as you want) In daily life, my particular red flag to look out for is becoming too distracted with my own problems and missing what (or who) really needs my attention.
What’s the silliest thing someone has argued with you about? Ha! Just the other day, had an argument over which was the worst Pirates of the Caribbean sequel😜 — but we ended up convinced that even if the second one started out terribly, it still ended up being better than the fifth one. We all agreed that without Jack Sparrow, the proposed sequels we’re hearing about are bound to be a disaster. 🏴☠️
What’s the strangest thing you’ve found lying on the ground / side of the road? When I was a child I found a beautiful miniature doll with part of her legs cut off lying in the gutter. I didn’t have any dolls at the time, so I picked it up, cleaned it off, and it became my favorite toy.
Sláinte!
Gratitude Section (optional as always)
Please feel free to share your photos, stories, poetry, or memes that promote gratitude!
I’m particularly grateful for those sweet hymns of faith, hope, and sweet comfort that Christians of old have left to those of us who have yet to complete our earthly pilgrimage. Today, a song that comes to mind are the lyrics to “Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul, written by Anne Steele (18th c.), her words set to music by contemporary musician, Kevin Twit, sung by Sandra McCracken.
- Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul
1. Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies
To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief,
For every pain I feel
2. But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call Thee mine
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline
Yet gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust
And still my soul would cleave to Thee
Though prostrate in the dust
3. Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face,
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace,
Be deaf when I complain?
No still the ear of sovereign grace,
Attends the mourner’s prayer
Oh may I ever find access,
To breathe my sorrows there
4. Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet,
Thy mercy seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat
With humble hope attend Thy will,
And wait beneath Thy feet.
This Jolly Beggar 
Thank you so much for Sharing Your World! That hymn was beautiful and very soothing particularly today. I cannot imagine a “Pirates” movie without Jack Sparrow…but then I don’t think I watched the fifth one either…there really can be too many sequels in my opinion. That dolly sounds like she needed a new mother and she got a great one! What a sweet story! 🙂
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God bless you, Melanie, your ShareYourWorld questions have become a part of my week now. As far as “Pirates” sequels, rumor has it that they’ve ditched Sparrow for a Sparrow-ette. Ugh. (I was thinking of you when I put the hymn up. 🙏)
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I didn’t realise there were that many “Pirates” films! I think I only saw three.
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Don’t spoil it for yourself. Just keep it that way. 😉😀
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